Fucking

That really is all.

I’m exquisitely dominant, but roughness doesn’t come naturally — I go to great lengths to protect the women I fuck from my anger, and I want to understand why.

Swanky bar, arctic char, Scotch, self-satisfied finance bros, and Rose — who’s moving away, and whose cock-sucking I intend to savor.

Luna is difficult, entitled, and spectacular — and on this particular evening, she was lying face-down on the bed, as instructed, her magnificent ass writhing in anticipation.

The Amazon gives me an awesome blowjob – her mouth is like a warm cave of jello, with soft pillows lining the walls.

It’s cowgirl, and I’ll tell you exactly why — but there are exceptions.

What it feels like to slide my cock inside you — the warmth, the merger, the selfish pleasure, the primal fulfillment.

The only destruction I hope to do is situational, welcome, perhaps metaphorical.

Fucking has never come naturally to me — it requires an aggression I’ve long kept at bay. Lately, though, something’s shifting.

Fucking isn’t the point. The sentence is more interesting than the period at the end of it.